Poetry contains few words but tells much. Its beauty is that by being condensed it is rich in meaning and open to various interpretations. Unlike prose, there is no boundary to poetry. There is nothing concrete or black and white. Poetry is mutable; it is transformative. Poetry is the alchemy of hearts. And what cannot be said in prose can sometimes be only said through poetry.
Every person has his secret; in reverie, unbeknown to others, he finds peace, freedom, sorrow and love.
If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.
As long as we have MEMORIES, yesterday REMAINS and as long as we have HOPE, tomorrow AWAITS…
I searched everywhere for love.
I knocked on every door
and turned over every stone.
But it was only until I returned home
that I found love
waiting for me.
A little bump in the road is just a bump. There’s more ahead until you reach your destination.
A wise man is someone who knows how to convert obstacles into resources.
the falling apart
is always so quick.
the putting back together
is always too long.
Maybe it’s animalness that will make the world right again: the wisdom of elephants, the enthusiasm of canines, the grace of snakes, the mildness of anteaters. Perhaps being human needs some diluting. At any rate, how nice to be well dressed and among friends and in a state where poems pop out by themselves.
What else is a poem about?
The rhythm and the images buried in the language. All the ways you can build an emotion with words, but you can’t just write ‘I feel sad.’ I mean, you can, but it’s not poetry… I think it has to be experienced instead of studied. You step into it.